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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420682" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE land was pale with famine<br>And racked with fever-pain;<br>The frozen fiords were fishless,<br>The earth withheld her grain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men saw the boding Fylgja<br>Before them come and go,<br>And, through their dreams, the Urdarmoon<br>From west to east sailed slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jarl Thorkell of Thevera<br>At Yule-time made his vow;<br>On Rykdal's holy Doom-stone<br>He slew to Frey his cow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bounteous Frey he slew her;<br>To Skuld, the younger Norn,<br>Who watches over birth and death,<br>He gave her calf unborn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his little gold-haired daughter<br>Took up the sprinkling-rod,<br>And smeared with blood the temple<br>And the wide lips of the god.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hoarse below, the winter water<br>Ground its ice-blocks o'er and o'er;<br>Jets of foam, like ghosts of dead waves,<br>Rose and fell along the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The red torch of the Jokul,<br>Aloft in icy space,<br>Shone down on the bloody Horg-stones<br>And the statue's carven face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And closer round and grimmer<br>Beneath its baleful light<br>The Jotun shapes of mountains<br>Came crowding through the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gray-haired Hersir trembled<br>As a flame by wind is blown;<br>A weird power moved his white lips,<br>And their voice was not his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The AEsir thirst!' he muttered;<br>'The gods must have more blood<br>Before the tun shall blossom<br>Or fish shall fill the flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The AEsir thirst and hunger,<br>And hence our blight and ban;<br>The mouths of the strong gods water<br>For the flesh and blood of man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Whom shall we give the strong ones?<br>Not warriors, sword on thigh;<br>But let the nursling infant<br>And bedrid old man die.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So be it!' cried the young men,<br>'There needs nor doubt nor parle.'<br>But, knitting hard his red brows,<br>In silence stood the Jarl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sound of woman's weeping<br>At the temple door was heard,<br>But the old men bowed their white heads,<br>And answered not a word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Dream-wife of Thingvalla,<br>A Vala young and fair,<br>Sang softly, stirring with her breath<br>The veil of her loose hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sang: 'The winds from Alfheim<br>Bring never sound of strife;<br>The gifts for Frey the meetest<br>Are not of death, but life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He loves the grass-green meadows,<br>The grazing kine's sweet breath;<br>He loathes your bloody Horg-stones,<br>Your gifts that smell of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No wrong by wrong is righted,<br>No pain is cured by pain;<br>The blood that smokes from Doom-rings<br>Falls back in redder rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The gods are what you make them,<br>As earth shall Asgard prove;<br>And hate will come of hating,<br>And love will come of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Make dole of skyr and black bread<br>That old and young may live;<br>And look to Frey for favor<br>When first like Frey you give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Even now o'er Njord's sea-meadows<br>The summer dawn begins<br>The tun shall have its harvest,<br>The fiord its glancing fins.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and swore Jarl Thorkell<br>'By Gimli and by Hel,<br>O Vala of Thingvalla,<br>Thou singest wise and well!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Too dear the AEsir's favors<br>Bought with our children's lives;<br>Better die than shame in living<br>Our mothers and our wives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The full shall give his portion<br>To him who hath most need;<br>Of curdled skyr and black bread,<br>Be daily dole decreed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He broke from off his neck-chain<br>Three links of beaten gold;<br>And each man, at his bidding,<br>Brought gifts for young and old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then mothers nursed their children,<br>And daughters fed their sires,<br>And Health sat down with Plenty<br>Before the next Yule fires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Horg-stones stand in Rykdal;<br>The Doom-ring still remains;<br>But the snows of a thousand winters<br>Have washed away the stains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christ ruleth now; the Asir<br>Have found their twilight dim;<br>And, wiser than she dreamed, of old<br>The Vala sang of Him</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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And racked with fever-pain;
The frozen fiords were fishless,
The earth withheld her grain.

Men saw the boding Fylgja
Before them come and go,
And, through their dreams, the Urdarmoon
From west to east sailed slow.

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